Fictober 2023
Day 2 - Prompt: "That's all? Easy."
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
The gasp stopped Astarion in his tracks. It wasn’t often Karlach of all people gasped, after all, so the likelihood of there being danger was much higher than it had been a moment ago. He whirled around, hand on his blade and teeth at the ready. Gods, he hoped it was an actual clown. He’d love to kill an actual clown.
He was greeted by a squeal of delight from the tiefling as she pointed at a nearby stall. Well, not the stall itself; rather, the gigantic stuffed almirajs hanging from the top of the stall.
“Aren’t they just presh?” she cooed. “And I can properly cuddle them now! Poor Clive’s gotten charred more times than I can count.” She sent him an entreating look. “Can we stop for a mo, Astarion? Please? We can catch up with the others quick enough.”
For a moment, Astarion was going to say hells no, we need to get out of this gods-forsaken circus immediately. But, heartless bastard though he might be, there was no way to ignore the imploring look Karlach was sending his way. He sighed.
“Fine. But be quick,” he said, crossing his arms. “I heard Gale say he wanted to go to a bookstore, and we need to be there to ensure he gets out of the bookstore.”
“Loud and clear, soldier.” She practically skipped up to the stall, Astarion trailing behind her.
The game was standard circus fare—three bottles stacked in a pyramid to be knocked down by a ball. “One hundred gold for 3 balls,” the attendant said with a grin, looking Karlach over. “Knock down the bottles and you’ll win a prize.”
“That’s all? Easy,” Karlach said with a cocky grin, pulling out the gold. As she did, Astarion’s eyes darted over the stall. These games were always rigged, and the attendant should be far less excited seeing someone like Karlach coming up to play.
Once the gold was counted out, the attendant set three balls in front of Karlach. She picked one up, giving the elf behind her a smile. “Watch this, Asti.”
“Watching, darling.”
Karlach wound up, then heaved the ball at the bottles. It did knock them down…and shot right through the back of the stall, no doubt embedding itself somewhere about thirty feet away.
Astarion caught a glint of greed in the attendant’s eyes before he whirled around to Karlach, indignant. “What are you doing, wrecking my stall like that?” he snapped at her. Karlach immediately drew back, eyes wide.
“Oh, I…sorry, I forget I’m…I’ll pay for it,” she said, cowed.
“Like hells you will!” the attendant snapped at her. “That’s at least a thousand gold!”
“A-a thou…?” She turned back to Astarion, looking panicked. “I haven’t got a thousand gold on me!”
“Then you’d better give me what you do have,” the attendant said, fixing a furious look on her.
“Does she at least get the almiraj?” Astarion drawled out from behind her. “She did knock down the bottles.”
“Prizes are automatically forfeit in the event of broken merchandise,” the attendant sniffed, crossing his arms. “No almiraj.”
That seemed to take the last of the wind out of Karlach’s sails. She sagged, and it even looked like the fire in her dimmed a bit. Astarion’s eyes flicked between her and the attendant, and he stepped forward.
“I’ll take care of it,” he told her. “I’m good for the money. You go catch up with the others.” He looked over to the attendant. “Can we go around the back? I want to see the extent of the damage.”
Greed once again glinted in the attendant’s eyes. He thought he had a real good mark—he’d likely double the price once seeing the “true extent” of the damage. Well, he would if he got the chance, but Astarion was hardly going to let that happen.
Instead, the moment they were behind the stall, his blade was out, held right up to the attendant’s unshaved neck.
“Now you listen here,” he hissed through his teeth. The attendant’s eyes widened; he must have noticed just how sharp they were. Good. “There are two ways this encounter can end. First, you tell me that the damage really isn’t that great, and by the way, sorry for the trouble, here’s an almiraj to make up for it. Or, alternately…” The blade dug in just a touch deeper; his nostrils flared as he caught the barest scent of blood. “…you were an unfortunate casualty of those shapeshifters we saw earlier. Tragic, and very avoidable, but nothing to be done.” His head tilted, meeting the attendant’s eyes dead-on. “So, darling, what will it be?”
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“Yeah, he said he’d take care of it,” Karlach said, rubbing her arm as she looked between Gale and Falerin. “I still feel awful about it, making him pay. Think there’s a good way to make it up to him later o—?”
She trailed off as she heard the sound of a throat clearing behind her, then turned around. She let out a massive gasp as a giant almiraj greeted her.
“Big misunderstanding,” Astarion said, nodding the almiraj’s head for emphasis. “The damage wasn’t nearly as bad as he thought, and he gave me this for the trouble. Nice fellow, really, once I got him to see reason.” He held the stuffed animal out to Karlach. “However, I’m not really one for these things. I think you’ll like much more.”
“Fuck yes I would!” Karlach grabbed the almiraj, giving it a big squeeze. “Aw, Asti, you’re the best!”
Astarion waved his hand dismissively. “Yes, yes, I’m the picture of generosity. Now can we go? If I see another person in face paint I’m going to break out in a rash.”
Karlach, more than happy with her prize, led the way out, with Gale close behind. Falerin, meanwhile, fell in step with Astarion, giving him a knowing smile as his two-toned gaze settled on him.
“I know what you did,” the half-drow murmured.
Astarion scoffed, then muttered back, “You don’t know a single godsdamned thing.”
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